Web of Lies (35 page)

Softcover: 978-0-310-23827-0

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Brink of Death

Terror rocks Grove Landing when a woman is murdered in her home. The victim’s young daughter, Erin, witnessed the crime but is too traumatized to give a description. Desperate detectives ask neighbor Annie Kingston, with a background in art, to interview Erin for a composite. But what if Annie’s lack of experience in forensic art leads Erin astray? The detectives could end up searching for a face that doesn’t exist, leaving the real killer to stalk the neighborhood.

Softcover: 978-0-310-25103-3

Stain of Guilt

For the highly succesful TV show
American Fugitive
, forensic artist Annie Kingston agrees to
draw the updated face of Bill Bland, a cunning fugitive wanted for a double murder committed twenty years ago. In studying the man and his crime, Annie knows she must descend into the mind of a killer—a mind of greed, darkness . . . and death. Book Two in the Hidden Faces Series.

Softcover: 978-0-310-25104-0

Dead of Night

The Redding, California, area is terrorized by a serial killer with an unusual method for murder. Annie Kingston is called in to draw sketches of the victims’ faces so they can be identified. As the body count rises, the pressure increases to find this heinous killer. The Sheriff thinks he’s close—maybe too close. How can Annie—and her son—stay safe as the killer closes in? Book Three in the Hidden Faces Series.

Softcover: 978-0-310-25105-7

Web of Lies

In the fourth and final book of the Hidden Faces Series, Annie Kingston and a new ally—Chelsea Adams from
Eyes of Elisha
—are drawn into a terrifying battle against time, greed, and a deadly opponent.

Softcover: 978-0-310-25106-4

Capture the Wind
for Me

Brandilyn Collins

One thing I have learned. The bonfires of change start with the merest spark. Sometimes we see that flicker. Sometimes we blink in surprise at the flame only after it has marched hot legs upward to fully ignite. Either way, flicker or flame, we’d better do some serious praying. When God’s on the move in our lives, he tends to burn up things we’d just as soon keep.

After her mama’s death, sixteen-year-old Jackie Delham is left to run the household for her daddy and two younger siblings. When Katherine King breezes into town and tries to steal her daddy’s heart, Jackie knows she must put a stop to it. Katherine can’t be trusted. Besides, one romance in the family is enough, and Jackie is about to fall headlong into her own.

As love whirls through both generations, the Delhams are buffeted by hope, elation and loss. Jackie is devastated to learn of old secrets in her parents’ relationship. Will those past mistakes cost Jackie her own love? And how will her family ever survive if Katherine jilts her daddy and leaves them in mourning once more?

Softcover: 978-0-310-24243-7

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Cast a Road
before Me

Brandilyn Collins

A course-changing event in one’s life can happen in minutes. Or it can form slowly, a primitive webbing splaying into fingers of discontent, a minuscule trail hardening into the sinewed spine of resentment. So it was with the mill workers as the heat-soaked days of summer marched on.

City girl Jessie, orphaned at sixteen, struggles to adjust to life with her barely known aunt and uncle in the tiny town of Bradleyville, Kentucky. Eight years later (1968), she plans on leaving — to follow in her revered mother’s footsteps of serving the homeless. But the peaceful town she’s come to love is about to be tragically shattered. Threats of a labor strike rumble through the streets, and Jessie’s new love and her uncle are swept into the maelstrom. Caught between the pacifist teachings of her mother and these two men, Jessie desperately tries to deny that Bradleyville is rolling toward violence and destruction.

Softcover: 978-0-310-25327-3

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Color the
Sidewalk for Me

Brandilyn Collins

As a chalk-fingered child, I had worn my craving for Mama’s love on my sleeve. But as I grew, that craving became cloaked in excuses and denial until slowly it sank beneath my skin to lie unheeded but vital, like the sinews of my framework. By the time I was a teenager, I thought the gap between Mama and me could not be wider.